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Sugar is cornered by a bully, but Blaine comes to the rescue. @sucrosemotta
No matter where you go–far as the public school system, apparently–one common thread always remained the same. There was always some overbearing, self hating, ignorant jerk who lived for making the lives of everyone around them more horrible than the one they lived. Just to make themselves feel better. McKinley was no different. Hell, he knew that coming here. The school that let Kurt be put through his personal hell before his parents had to step in and do something about it no sooner started to feel like it changed and could be better–feel like home even–than he happened upon this.
Blaine blanched at the coppery taste of panic in the back of his mouth as he took the corner and saw one of the stereotypical jerks in his natural habitat. Known as? Up in the face of someone who wouldn’t be able to physically defend themselves if their life depended on it. Tiny Sugar backed into a corner. An ape in a letterman jacket towering over with his hand out was obviously waiting for money to be put in it. He could barely see more than her fluffy sweater and the top of her head before his bag hit the floor. Even if his insides screamed in anxiety and his brain decided to play his worst enemy and put him in her shoes so vividly he could see it–Blaine charged forward. “Hey! I said hey! Get the hell off her!” A huge hand jutted back intending to knock him backwards but Blaine caught the jerk’s massive wrist instead. Half shocked, half proud–he blinked and felt a swell of pride steel his already unbreakable resolve. Sugar was forgotten and the sneering mouthed / hard set jowled boy pivoted around to glare down at him. “What? Didn’t expect anyone to have enough nerve to step in? Thankfully some of us are real men who think backing someone into a corner is a wee bit on the–”
That happened–fast. Blaine felt his serious error of judgement when he defied gravity and went sailing backwards with his head cracking off a locker. But unlike some who might’ve been stunned motionless, the much shorter crooner was back on his feet and a fire blazed in hazel eyes as he charged forward to the thunderous noise of Coach Beiste yelling out, “THAT’LL BE ENOUGH, boys!” Her fist latched onto Blaine’s collar while the jock spat something about later and stalked off. Hanging from the Coach’s grip, Blaine’s head sagged forward and his gaze met Sugar’s while he talked to the teacher that had him in a vice hold. “I thought this school was trying to put a stop to this stuff happening?” And could she seriously let his feet touch the ground more firmly? His head hurt and this was getting embarrassing.
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